On November 30th, on my way home from the university, I came upon a man using an old fashioned pressure cooker over an open fire. After a couple of minutes the man tilted the cooker off the fire, pointed it into a large canvas bag and flipped the lever releasing the lid. The pressure cooker exploded like a cannon, shooting a barrage of popcorn into the bag.

I went back home, grabbed Schäfer and headed back to watch. Needless to say, Schäfer and I were both mesmerized. We sat there for at least an hour watching explosion after explosion.

Aww – they had these poppers when I lived in the north – but my guy would blow a whistle before the pop. He would make a puffed wheat… and that was my breakfast everyday – I would add a tiny sugar and some milk and dig in! Oh I miss that!!!
Enjoy!